Why should I care 
If I have to cut my hair? 
I've got to move with the fashions 
Or be outcast 

I know I should fight 
But my old man, he's really alright 
And I'm still living at home 
Even though it won't last 

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents 
Five inches long 
I'm out on the street again 
And I'm leaping along 

I'm dressed right for a beach fight 
But I just can't explain 
Why that uncertain feeling 
Is still here in my brain 

The kids at school 
Have parents that seem so cool 
And though I don't want to hurt 'em 
Mine want me their way 

I clean my room and my shoes 
But my mother found a box of blues 
And there doesn't seem much hope 
They'll let me stay 

Five inches long 
I'm out on the street again 
And I'm leaping along 

I'm dressed right for a beach fight 
But I just can't explain 
Why that uncertain feeling 
Is still here in my brain 

Why do I have to be different to them? 
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend 
But we have the same old row again and again 

Why do I have to move with the crowd? 
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around 
I worked myself to death just to fit in 

I'm coming down 
Got home on the very first train from town 
My dad just left for work 
He wasn't talking 

It's all a game and inside I'm just the same 
My fried egg makes me sick 
First thing in the morning